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The tide! And the stones were wet where the water had been.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
The tide! And the stones were wet where the water had been.
Charcoal on paper
1924
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.2022
known by reproduction only
Not on view
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When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
". . . with stones . . . he shaped them into rude knives."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
Where there had been no tree, now there was a tree. It changed the plain
N.C. Wyeth
1930
Helen descends the Glen of Stones
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Untitled (still life with water jug)
N.C. Wyeth
Prior to 1902
I had many friends among professional thieves. From the very first I had been "right"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1913
There she was, the Dancing Bess, holding a taut bowline to the eastward. And there were the two frigates, but they might as well have been chasing a star.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Low Tide, study
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1935
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
I turned cold as I thought of her playing with her doll while I had been out on the prairie laying poison plots against her innocence, her trust in me
N.C. Wyeth
1921
The Parting
For we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Somewhere at some dim time he and this girl, as yet unnamed to him, had been indissolubly united.
N.C. Wyeth
1928
